"Emerie, take care on the road." Old Mrs. Wilson saw Emerie Wilson off, and went back to the room to find Old Mrs. Wilson sitting wearily on the bed, her brow furrowed, "What on earth is going on?"
"Charles Seymour is really going too far." Old Mrs. Wilson complained angrily, "And Mason just watches him act out, can't he step in?"
"Mason?" Mentioning Mason made Old Mrs. Wilson even more irate, "Now Mason relies on Charles Seymour for a living, do you think he'll turn against Charles?"
"Things are different now, everything's changed." Old Mrs. Wilson lamented, "In the past, a father was a father, and a son was a son. Nowadays, whoever has money is like the big boss, like one's actual parent!"
"Don't speak so poorly of Mason." Old Mrs. Wilson frowned and rebutted, "Mason isn't like that, he's our son. What kind of father speaks about his son like that?"
